My previous post was a bit of a rant. But, I needed to vent. The vodka I drank after Queen Bee and her family left wasn’t enough to wash the bitterness away. When I related the same incident to a friend of mine yesterday, he couldn’t understand why the hell such a slight would matter to me. He said, “Why would you care?”
That is not the issue here. As a friend, you’re supposed to sympathize, say “Oh no, she didn’t!” in all the right places, and generally have my back. Yes, I probably should not care. But, if I want to raise a stink about it then that’s my perogative.
Anyhoo, did anyone catch Miley Cyrus on the Teen Choice Awards? Pole dancing? I found it highly ironic that she presented some sort of Lifetime Achievement award to Britney Spears. In five years time, it will be Miley who is stumbling out of bars, flashing her crotch, and hooking up with douche bags. Stop riding your daughter’s coat tails Billy Ray and start parenting!
Ok, she didn’t really pole dance. The show organizers will say that the pole was there merely for balance. But, those short shorts Miley wore are scandalous enough!